Japanese Blossoms

Japanese blossoms on tree limbs Tumbling down in the cold wind Fall into patches of snow Little graves will carry them home

You held the earth in your bare hands Carved out a hole, place the roots in Swore these roots would grow deep and They'd feed the fruit of our love

The marks on this house are too real We hung the photos where paint peeled Covered the scars in the dark With the hope it'd send them away

I watch the world from our window It's spinning faster than it knows Funny how nothing has changed When it feels like nothing's the same

Step, breathe, release

Japanese blossoms, new again I start to wonder how you've been But even when winter is long Spring will always come